The landlord is lurking this morning. Downstairs is complaining of a leak. I think they're just calling him because they don't like the music my brother plays in his room. The other nite he was playing some of his new beats at around 10pm and they banged on the ceiling. So I think that maybe they're just making it up, thinking they're waking us up early by having the landlord come to check out a mysterious, non-existant leak. A leak that is coming from the brother's room A leak that is not there. Hence, non existant.

Or maybe I just like consipiracy theories.

At least their ceiling hasn't caved in. Ours did once. Right in our hallway. We had just returned from our summer down south, dropped a few things up and headed up state for a few days with my parents. Everything was in order when we left but when I tried to open the door upon our return, I couldn't. Because the ceiling was in the way....on the floor. That lead to about a week of the landlord and his son in our house plastering and cleaning up the the mess. We still have plaster dust here and there. As much as I tried to clean it, it's a very tricky thing.

After bugging the boy and the brother to take their shoes off after they've been outside so as not to track slush all over the place, the landlord waltzed in and walked all over the place before I could even notice. Now the kitties are playing detective and tracking the slush puddles around the house. Joey's got his pipe and detective hat out and saying "Elementary my dear Sidney."